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Chapter 106 One punch KO

hit!

Zhao Tiezhu took a solid punch, his original offensive was completely disrupted, and he could only stagger back half a step.

Zhang Yong had only one word in his mind: Fight!

Without thinking, he stepped forward with his left foot, shifted his weight, and threw a punch!

It hit Zhao Tiezhu squarely on the chin.

Zhao Tiezhu's strong body fell backward like a wall, crashing onto the boxing ring floor with a thud.

boom--!

The floor shook.

Those who had just been cheering for the blue team suddenly stopped speaking.

The referee was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening and ran to Zhao Tiezhu's side.

Before he could even crouch down to count down, a middle-aged man in a dark blue sports jacket in the audience suddenly stood up.

He stepped over the ropes, walked to the center of the platform, and took the megaphone from the referee.

"I am the deputy head coach of the Beijing Sanda Team, and my surname is Zheng."

As soon as he spoke, the noise around him subsided considerably.

"Blue team member Zhao Tiezhu used an elbow strike to attack his opponent's throat during the match, which is a serious violation of the amateur Sanda competition rules."

He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Tiezhu, who was lying on the ground clutching his ribs and groaning in pain, and frowned.

"His eligibility to participate in the competition has been revoked, and he is permanently banned from participating in any level of Sanda competition in Beijing."

"In addition—" He glanced towards the referee's table, "there were serious irregularities in the registration and review process. I will submit a written report to the Sports Commission after the competition."

As soon as the loudspeaker was put down, the audience erupted in cheers.

"good--!"

"Well done!"

"Red is awesome!"

There were cheers and applause all around.

Yang Cheng slammed his fist into the iron post of the rope barrier, his eyes red-rimmed, and cursed something no one could hear.

Li Guilan no longer cared about whether there were audience seats or not.

She scrambled to her feet from the chair, pushed aside the people next to her, bent down and crawled through the ropes, stumbling and rushing to the center of the stage.

Zhang Yong stood there, his head tilted to one side, blood at the corner of his mouth, his left eye socket swollen, and his dark red vest soaked with sweat.

Li Guilan hugged him tightly.

"My son—my son, my mother—"

She was crying and trembling all over, patting his back repeatedly.

Zhang Yong raised his right hand and patted his mother's back.

"Mom, it's okay. We won."

In my mind, the system panel was quietly lit up.

[Fighting Lv.5: Progress 1% (AFK — 30x speed)]

Sun Lei stood in the audience, his nose stinging with tears, and he wiped his face hard with his sleeve.

Someone next to him patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Young man, you were shouting so loudly just now, do you know that guy on the red team?"

"My neighbor," Sun Lei sniffed, straightening his back. "My brother."

Coach Zheng walked up to Zhang Yong and looked him up and down for a few seconds.

"Young man, what's your name?"

"Zhang Yong".

"Are they under Coach Yang?"

"right."

Coach Zheng raised an eyebrow and took out a business card from his pocket, handing it over.

"If you're interested in continuing to play, you can come find me at the city team."

Zhang Yong took the business card with one hand and was about to thank him.

"Zhang Yong!" A girl with a ponytail ran over, her sneakers making a clattering sound on the cement ground, her eyes already red-rimmed.

Li Guilan recognized her immediately.

She is the youngest daughter of the Wei family.

Wei Shuyun rushed to the rope and started to climb over it, bracing herself against it.

Just as the staff reached out to stop them, Coach Zheng, who was chatting with Yang Cheng, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, come in. You're obviously a family member."

Wei Shuyun crawled through the ropes, ran up to Zhang Yong, and stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes were red.

Zhang Yong grinned at her, pulling at the wound on the corner of his mouth, and winced as he hissed.

"Why are you here?"

Wei Shuyun's tears fell in a patter.

"I called the building downstairs, and the person who answered said you were at the stadium playing a game. I drove here from home."

She raised her hand, intending to touch the injury on his face, but withdrew her hand halfway through.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Zhang Yong reached out and patted her on the head. "Don't cry. You're a little late. Didn't you see how well I hit her?"

Li Guilan watched this scene from the side, tears still on her face, but the corners of her mouth slowly turned up slightly.

She wiped her face with her sleeve, walked over, and took Wei Shuyun's hand.

"Girl, thank you for coming all this way. Come on, let's go downstairs and let him tidy up."

Wei Shuyun was pulled out of the rope enclosure by Li Guilan and glanced back at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong was bending down to untangle his wristband, while Yang Cheng squatted down beside him to check his injuries.

"Thank goodness, the protective gear blocked most of it; it's just skin and flesh, no bones broken." Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his voice, "You're a tough guy. If that elbow had landed squarely, your bones would be fractured!"

"Drink some water and calm down. Everyone's a bit excited after the injection."

Yang Cheng handed him the water bottle, and Zhang Yong took two sips before wiping his face.

Offstage, Zhao Tiezhu was helped up by two staff members, clutching his left rib as he was led out. He didn't even raise his head as he passed Zhang Yong.

Coach Zheng was standing next to the referee's table, talking to someone with a notebook. Zhang Yong vaguely heard the word "habitual offender."

The phrases "Fengtai" and "Don't do it anymore" were mentioned.

Yang Cheng patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go backstage to apply the medicine."

Zhang Yong nodded and walked down the steps.

In the audience, several people gave him a thumbs up, and a middle-aged man in work clothes clapped and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Good job, young man!"

Zhang Yong raised his hand and waved, without turning around.

Backstage rest area.

Yang Cheng reapplied the plaster to Zhang Yong's ribs and then checked the wounds on his face.

"Your lip is split, but the wound isn't deep. Just put some iodine on it when you get home, and don't laugh too loudly."

Zhang Yong grunted in agreement, put on his jacket, and stuffed the protective gear into his canvas bag.

Yang Cheng sat opposite him, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and stared at him for a long while.

"I saw those last two punches you threw today."

"First, he countered with a hook and a low punch, followed by a straight punch to meet it."

"Few newcomers can execute the connection between those two punches in that situation."

Zhang Yong slung the canvas bag over his shoulder.

"Coach, you're lucky."

"Luck my ass." Yang Cheng finally lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. "Keep Coach Zheng's business card safe; he's really interested in you."

Zhang Yong patted his pocket; the business card was still there.

"I'm leaving now, Coach."

"Go on," Yang Cheng said, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Go back and take good care of your injury. Don't come next week; take a week off."

Zhang Yong pushed open the backstage door, where Li Guilan, Sun Lei, and Wei Shuyun were waiting in the corridor.

Li Guilan's eyes were still red, but the expression on her face had changed from fear to a complex mix of heartache and pride.

She walked up and grabbed Zhang Yong's ear.

"Zhang Yong".

"Mom, please be gentle—"

"Fine, you're something else, beating yourself up like this!" Li Guilan's voice trembled.

"You're still hiding this from me and your dad! Fine, now stop pretending nothing's wrong. Come on, let's go to the hospital! Let the doctor give you a full checkup!"

"I'd better crack open your brain too! Check if it's filled with mush."

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